Passive Smoking

Chapter 5

Shay's POV

"He is fine." said the doctor to my stepdad, who I call Damian, and Ryder. He had already told Ryder that he could go home, but Ryder insisted on staying until he knew I was okay.

"He can go home with you tonight after we run a few more blood tests." The doctor then began sticking needles in me while Damian told Ryder he can go home for the umpteenth time in the past hour. Ryder caved and told me goodbye. Waving back, I assumed that was the last time we would really talk. Let's be honest, no one really wants to babysit someone who can die via nuts.

With a stupid Hello Kitty bandage on my arm, the drive back home was a long one. Damian and I don't talk much, whether that be because we have nothing in common, or the fact that when we do talk, arguments arise out of thin air. However, his semi-sober self decided now was time for conversation.

"Who was that kid you were hanging out with?" His breath reeked of nicotine and liquor.

"Just someone from school." I said monotonously, trying my absolute best to avoid conflict.

"Why would he want to hang with you? He's so much more athletic and better than you. " I could tell the alcohol was kicking in as a words began to slur slightly.

"I don't know." I bit my tongue to not continue the sentence. Although it baffles me as well, that doesn't give him to the right to shove the truth down my throat.

"I like him though. I started thinking you were gay with all the girls you hang out with. First guy I've seen ever." Again, he was right there. Guys to me are intimidating, with all the height and muscularity, they make it difficult to converse. Girls, however, don't compete against each other to be top dog, so I tend to stick with them. Still, the gay comment kind of hurt. Like before, it was true, but it always kind of stung when my sexuality was assumed

Coming home, I was greeted at the door by my cat, Thunder. He was pitch black with sky blue eyes. Some say he gives off bad luck, but my life hasn't gotten any worst. And I always knew I could count on him when I was sad and needed support. Moments later, Damian said he was leaving and to behave. I say bye, shrugging off the comment cause it was probably just another remark by his drunk half. The house grew quiet as I began to travel to my room, Thunder following behind me quickly. I let him inside before shutting the door and jumped on the bed next to him. He immediately curled up in a ball and closed his eyes, knowing that my room was going to be the quietest room in the house and therefore the best resting place.

I woke up apparently an hour and a half later without even realizing I had fallen asleep. I checked my phone to see if Alice had texted me, but surprisingly, the only message I saw was from Ryder.

Ryder_West_Brook

So how dead are u?

I winced at his spelling of "you" I hate when people don't type out the full word.

Shay.on.the.Way

Pretty alive for now at least. It's gonna take a little more than just peanut butter to take me down.

Ryder_West_Brook

Good...Well I have a football practice to get to so I'll syl bye

Shay.on.the.Way

Bye :)

I stared at the ceiling, dumbfounded. Why was he still talking to me? It's not like he doesn't have better people to talk to. Maybe it's just guilt cause his brownies almost killed me. Yeah, that's probably it. As soon as this has blown over he won't talk to me anymore. I won't be too surprised. People like us just don't mix.

A/N

Short chapter whatever bye